I don't want to describe it, I just want to enjoy it! Oh, okay -- what evidence of its proof that survives displays itself in a brief heat early, then subsides into a cherry-oak combo that defies you to care whether any other taste shows up. There are hints of maple and licorice (think BlackJack candies or gum). The sweetness rolls right to the edge of the table and stops -- it never plummets into astringency, though you're sure it's headed that way. Perfect!

Finish:

Not overlong, which encourages a follow-up sip. Not overwarm, which allows refreshment. Not too subtle, which propels respect.

Overall:

Even with parsimonious sipping, about half the bottle -- which retained a fill into the neck -- disappeared among several of us at a recent gathering. It was hard not to take a second, confirming pour. It's as special as advertised, and historic -- the original 'Pappy', by the man himself! If you don't have to, don't let mere money deprive you of an opportunity to drink this bottling if you have the opportunity. Whiskey's for drinkin'...